The Rattlers

Yo, listen up, let me tell you what’s hot, Don’t step foot, man, don’t come to my block, We run these streets, got it locked like a vault, Disrespect the crew, then it’s all your fault.We hustle hard, keep it tight with the fam, You come around here, you don’t know who I am, This territory’s mine, and you best recognize, Step outta line, you’ll be facing the skies.